Date of dream: Monday, April 20, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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In this dream I allowed someone to put make up on me. I forget why. Later on I finally see how I look in a mirror and I am pretty freaked out by how weird I looked. The lip stick made my mouth look really super tiny, like the mouth on a doll or something, and something must have gotten in my left eye because it was totally red and bloodshot, like it was clouded over in blood. I hated how I looked, and immediately went to wash it off. I thought they had barely put any make up on me at all, but when I began washing my face it felt like it was slathered on there pretty heavily. It took a long time to wash off, and on top of that I was pressed for time. I had to do many things, but I forget what it was I was hurring up for. I was just really mad about how bad the make up looked, and was so glad to finally get it off. I was worried about my eye, but I was able to see out of it okay, and so far it wasn't itchy or anything.
Additional Comments:
In real life I also never ever wore make up. I hated it, with a passion. I thought it was really stupid to put crap all over your face, and it wasn't anything anti-feminine or anything, I just really hated make up. My mom begged me to wear a little lip gloss now and then, and I did for a very short time, like for a week, and I gave it up. I thought it was stupid, and I really sucked at putting it on anyway. I woudl mess up big time. I can recall a couple of other time when I let someon else put make up on me, and then I quickly washed it all off. They always thought I looked pretty that way, I disagreed. I thought I looked super dumb with make up on. I don't know what this dream could be about, except for maybe I am letting someone do something to me I don't like, but I can't think of what that might be. I am pretty independent, so I am thinking it must mean something else.
Date of dream: Thursday, November 22, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I don't know what was going on in this dream. I remember that somehow, for some reason someone
talked me into getting this weird make up put on me. It seemed to involve covering my entire face in
white paint. I remember there were two people putting it on my face, one man and one woman. While
they were putting on the make up with tiny cool to the touch brushes I was wondering how much this
was going to cost me. I also think I remember they were also going to put a silk dress on me, sort
of like one of those silk kimonos. Then I remember I am standing up again and there is this man,
possibly the same one who was putting the make up on me standing directly behind me. I think he was
doing something to my hair. By the way, this whole time I want to say I was allowing all this
nonsense being done to me in order to obtain information about a past life, and some one had told me
this was one way of going about it. I had doubted it from the onset, but was willing to give it a
go. Anyway, so I think he's doing something with my hair when I feel something curious. Its as if
something small is pressing against me just over my butt. I wonder what the heck it could be, when
it dawns on me this asshole is pressing his erection on me. Or at least that's what I had decided
must be the case. I seemed to have been terribly ticklish, and this sends me shivering and I am
about to burst out with laughing, but not the sort of fun laughing, the kind that you just can't
help. Anyway, I am actually quite offended and disgusted.
It's important now to explain that the setting seems to be in a mall, where there is two levels. You
can look down into the lower level from the upper one, as it's like a huge balcony all above the
lower level. Somehow I managed to throw the man over the balcony, and when I see that he was good
and dead, with a broken neck on the lower level, I spit on him, too. But it was no ordinary
spitting. It was like the grandmother of all spitting. In the end the man was laying stomach down
with his neck broken in a enormous puddle of white frothy spit. After I was sure he was not just
good and dead, but also insulted, I thought to myself "take that you son of a bitch." I really don't
remember anything else.
Additional Comments:
I can't really guess what this was about.
Date of dream: Monday, January 31, 2005
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I am sitting in a theatre in front of the stage. Some people who are sitting in front of me are discussing
a production they are working on. They have decided that I am going to play the part of Adolph Hitler. I
am curious as to why they would pick me, considering, number one, I was no good at acting, number
two, I am a woman, and number three, I hadn't even volunteered. They were discussing how to apply
make-up to pass me off as the German dictator. They never once asked me if I liked their ideas. I
think I did mention to them, hey, why don't you get one of the men to play the part of a MALE
character, but it was like they didn't even hear me and kept right on making plans on how to make me
look gradually older during the play (I assume the story was supposed to take place over a span of
time. In the dream I remember what the story was going to be about, but I don't remember anymore).
I was thinking that their ideas about the make up was going to make me look more dead than old, but
they were not listening to me at all.
Additional Comments:
I don't know why I would have this dream.
